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letra de the cold room - s1-e1 - 410

[intro: skengdo]
(yo, elevate made this beat)
du-du-du-du, bow
free all the mandem, you know
410 sh-t, gang, gang
du-du-du-du, bow
du-du-du-du, bow
(ay, tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold)

[verse 1: skengdo]
bro spotted them two ic3’s
bow, one got smoked like trees (bow)
war with the heat, so you won’t get heat up
laugh it off, and go get my free up
hots and ice like it’s up in a freezer
them man forgot like they got amnesia (what?)
f-ckin’ eediat (some gms)
ever seen a man just chat for the views?
i can’t see them, john cena (can’t see ’em)
you think now i’m doin’ feels up?
the wap that we got, get feel up, wheel up
don’t cross the road, get beat up, beat up (bow)
catch one of them then see us, see us
dotty same size as pirlo, peeler
how you talk smoke, but you ain’t got beater? (how?)
best quick like theresa
[verse 2: am]
back that strap that bill it and puff that (du-du)
bad one, that one, no, no, cuff that (eurgh)
yeah, i’m from brixton, that’s where the guns at
tell a man “watch that spinner and bun that” (f-ckin’ h-ll)
man tapped out, how you gonna come back?
you ain’t gotta wait for the smoke, just run that (don’t wait)
bare kids ‘cah you know man’s son that
man are just common, sippin’ on cognac (uh)
talk on the net, don’t do that, don’t do that (don’t do it)
two of his bredrins chillin’ with 2pac
i don’t know man like “who’s that, who’s that?” (who’s that?)
one to the head, that’s gulag, gulag (uh)
i’m a bird, just put it like susan
man, we just tek man’s muller, and juice that (juice that)
step with mine, i don’t know about you, man (i don’t know)
man are just tek man’s dinner, and chew that

[verse 3: jayslapit]
i’m on the backroad, evadin’ that chase
i’ve seen some new whips lookin’ out of place (skrr, skrr)
feds are on my back, runnin’ out of pace
flippin’ these packs, runnin’ out of way (flip that, flip that)
i can never go back to the can
it was nothin’ but beef, and fish outta of cans (aw, man)
i made like twenty or more, aw man (aw, man)
even thought it weren’t part of the plan
all take l’s, gotta understand
won’t get signed for no hundred grand (nah)
’cause i’m tryna get down 300 man (ching, ching)
i wanna music ting, weren’t poppin’
bare of my opps kept droppin’ (bare them)
i was pickin’ up creps in the shop
where your mumzy was pickin’ up coffins (aw, man)
it’s offin’, they get packed like shoppin’ (aw, man)
[verse 4: skengdo]
du-du-du, bow, bow, bow (du-du)
the ting, this sound like a crasher on truck (du-du)
when you hear that bruck get bruck (bow)
best pull up your pants, and f-ckin’ cut
my ramb is fat, but skengdo sucked
but my rambz made sure that the boy, they f-cked (ching, ching)
had to do that dash, but they call it luck
i call their sh-t ‘cah their tools don’t pump
tell my man to fix up his face
and don’t agg me, or you will get robbed
them man are well-known cappers
they might as well just start the cappin’ club
chinged smoke, i felt so lovely
try fool me, and act like i’m dumb (ching, ching)
could’ve done —-, try put him in a one t
or worst case with a punctured lung (ching, ching)

[verse 5: am]
in the club, i ain’t got no chill
with the same hand ting, i got my man k!lled (du-du)
same ways, now, they got my man billed
don’t get bun a bit, my man will (f-ckin’ h-ll)
wave that one, no, won’t cast no spell
my clumsy guy got juice that’s spilled (spill that)
opps can die, i don’t wish them well
my handy man, that’s drills in drills (prr)
bad b wanna splash like dolphin
she don’t even know that she get left in the motive (she don’t)
and his friend dropped dead like covid
i don’t even know how my man’s copin’ (brr)
don’t act ‘cah you know i’m a culprit
man are just aimin’ at the chest, and poke it
30 loss then 2 double o
don’t act for the hoes, do the maths and solve it (do the maths)
[verse 6: jayslapit]
don’t cross here, you will get left unconscious
he’s unresponsive, now, i’m on losses
teared like four of them boys, no johnson (ching, ching, ching)
they tellin’ me “slaps, you’re popular”
‘cah i’m known to pierce man’s jugular (ching that)
it’s broad off bike like dracula
i’m flippin’ the script like spatula (flip that)
had the block all black with binoculars
we touched one of theirs, can’t copy it (ching)
i got two on my blade, that’s a bargain (true)
couple of views, and i’m lookin’ all laughin’ (aw, man)
had the feds tryna learn our jargon
’cause a young boy ball that harden

[bridge: jayslapit]
and i ain’t ever met no spartan
beg “pardon”, he got chinged in h-ll (du-du)
them dancin’, they get hit like carton (du-du-du)
cross spartan, and you get ripped like tartan (bow)
half-hearted, now, your friend is departed (du-du-du)
i ain’t ever met no spartan
beg “pardon”, he got chinged in h-ll (ching that)
them man, they’re dancers, carton
cross spartan, and you get ripped like tartan (ching that, ching that)

[outro]
yo, elevate made this beat

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